It could be worse, he could be watching The Elevator Channel.
Father learns a valuable lesson for next time.
When my kids were younger I would tell them, “I am going upstairs to take a nap. Unless the house is on fire or someone is bleeding, let me sleep.”
(Father needs to get a room, preferably one with a bed in it. What are those rooms called again? Oh yes, a bedroom.)
Good for the cops. The kids’ parents should buy a couple of boxes of donut holes to give to the cops as a thank you. $.25 gets you a cup of lemonade, and a couple of donut holes for the road.
Sometimes the inside of the car needs cleaning too, go with that Norman.
Oh what fresh hell is this?
I like that one, I will have to remember that one for work someday in the future, when I, ahem, start buffering, shall we say.
It was late, I was tired, I didn’t know what I was saying, my bad. I promise, from now on, no more half-baked comments.
The donut behind him wants the hole truth, while behind him, she’s afraid he’ll keep muffin it up. (Know what I mean, cupcake?)
The thing is, you have to prove intent. Did the cartoonist INTEND to put his signature there, or is it where it always is?
Cash in lieu of gifts, In denominations Hamilton would approve of.